I also don't like when people forget the details of my life. (Which is asinine because I damn sure don't remember theirs.)
A few hilarious examples of this came up recently:
- A party promoter thinks I went to FAMU. He went to Howard. We have this friendly banter about how FAM is better than Howard. I went to U of I... We got in the party at a discount. That's all that matters.
- Barista at the hotel coffee shop near my job (because why would access to a real Starbucks be feasible in Pittsburgh...). Anywho, she goes "hey stranger? Extra caramel, extra whip?" I'm like nah, just the regular amount. She's like: "oh, you switched it up huh?" I've never ordered extra caramel or extra whip cream in my caramel macchiato. It's enough sugar in that thing already.
- A high school classmate recently moved to the 'Burgh. When she made the announcement, I told her to hit me up once she got settled. She hits me yesterday about a FB status I made about Pittsburgh and says "I didn't know you lived in Pittsburgh. I just moved here recently." So... my little outreach message never made it to you. OR you just conveniently ignored it.
- I go to my mom's church. The church I grew up in. A friend's dad says: "I haven't seen you here in a while." For starters, I don't live in Chicago. Even worse, I haven't gone to that church as a member since 2005. Why does no one know this?
- Finally, people don't know I live in Pittsburgh. I've been here 16 months. I know Ishea's going to say "But you go to Chicago once a month" so people who aren't close to me aren't going to know that. But I feel like they should.